The mental devil cut off a bare branch from Ou Yezi's memory tree and scratched its back with it. It yawned and said, "I am going to formally protest regarding the matter. You pretended that you didn't know the first thing about biochemistry and had to hand over the Mystic Skeleton Battlesuit to me for modification. But in fact, it was a trap of yours to test whether or not I would play any tricks, wasn't it?
"As a matter of fact, you have made significant progress in biochemistry recently, and you are certainly not as ignorant as you appear to be. Besides, you have made a lot of arrangements inside the modification room, waiting for me to show up, haven't you?
"That is too outrageous of you.
"I'm not saying that you cannot 'wipe out the mental devil', but with our identity and position today, can you please at leasy improve the level of our competition and stop setting up traps that insult both your wisdom and mine?